Shackles of Love, Mr. Duda

Shackles of Love, Mr. Duda
Lectured


...~Happy Reading~...


At night, when the child is asleep. Nasya immediately went out of Ryan's room and headed to his own room which was on the lower floor, right next to Yem's room and the others.


“Hay Sya,” greet a man who arrived to approach Nasya in the back TV room.


FYI, in the back, there is a room to watch television for the workers. In that place also usually the workers in the house gather and eat together. And now, since Nasya was not yet sleepy, he chose to sit there for a moment.


“Hemmm ... Who is it? I forgot, sorry,” great-grandson Nasya a little shrewd because he has not memorized with his friend.


“Yoga, Yes. Ckckckc mentang ugly people yes, so easy in lupain,” replied a man named Yoga chuckles.


“It's not so, sorry yes. I'm just a little tired,” complained Nasya sighed heavily.


“Yes gapapa anyway, I'm not baper really. Take it easy,” said Yoga so relaxed, “OH yes, how do you work? Gap at home?” ask her again.


Nasya shook his head, “I don't know Ga, so tired. Want to go home again just feel, but—“


"What then? are they both very naughty?" ask Yoga.


"No, they're not bad. It's just that, well maybe it's just me who is less at home," Nasya replied giving an excuse.


"Don't dong Sya. You're just starting out, time has to give up so soon anyway? and I see, it looks like Ryan is comfortable with you too."


"Yes, Ryan is comfortable with me, but Ryana," muttered Nasya lowered her head as she recalled about Ryana.


"Ryana is like that. If you're tired, just ignore him, let it go. As long as all your needs are prepared. The rest, let it be later he will melt with his own. All this time we were like that if you are tired of making him," explained Yoga at length.


Both of them continued the conversation by telling stories about everyday life. Until suddenly....


“Nasya!” call someone back make Nasha and Yoga instantly instantly turn the body staring towards the source of the sound, “Follow me for a moment!” his words with a flat face, made Nasya again sigh heavily.


“Semangat Sya, he said he wanted to go to college.” Yoga gave Nasha some encouragement, making the girl smile a little and nod her head.


Not wanting to make his employer wait for long, Nasha immediately told Yoga and followed Adnan who had already left him. It turned out that Adnan took Nasya to his study, making Nasya feel even more afraid because he was still so awkward dealing with Adnan.


“A—ada what yes Sir?” nasha asked a little lower her head.


Pluck up!


Nasya immediately raised his head when he heard that his master was like throwing something on the table.


“Starting tomorrow, you can already go to college. Schedule your lectures one week three times. If you have an hour in the morning, then you can go with the children. And if it's noon or afternoon, later my children will pick up at lunch, so you can go,” said Adnan flat without expression.


“Ta—but Sir, I've only been here a few days. Bu—doesn't his agreement after I'm one month. If I don't feel at home, later—“


“I already paid dearly for your registration fee, will you disappoint me and Olin?” adnan asked quickly cut Nasya's words, leaving the girl speechless.


Adnan did say that he would help register Nasya after a month of work. However, when he thought back, he did not want to lose another worker. So Adnan deliberately tied Nasya up by enrolling his college so that there was no reason for Nasya to quit his job. And sure enough according to his assumption, when he had just returned home from work, he immediately got a lot of drama from the princess, which Adnan himself knew for sure Nasya was very difficult.


Especially when Adnan heard himself that Nasya was tired and wanted to go home, Adnan did not want to. He was tired of looking for a babysitter for his two children. And according to him, Nasya is not too bad either. Evidently, that his son was very close to Nasya, just that his daughter was a little difficult to adapt to others, but Adnan believes gradually, surely Nasya can conquer Ryana.